My friend Kara recently lost her dog Xander. She shared this poem from Rudyard Kipling and it beautifully captures the heartbreaking absence left when we lose our faithful canine companions:
"I have done mostly what most men do and pushed it out of my mind;
But I can't forget, if I wanted to, Four-Feet trotting behind.
Day after day, the whole day through—wherever my road inclined—
Four-Feet said, 'I am coming with you!' and trotted along behind.
Now I must go by some other round—which I shall never find—
Somewhere that does not carry the sound of Four-Feet trotting behind."
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